[K shrugs with a bit of a grin at the accusation that he'd steal anything that wasn't tied down. It's a little wicked, but mostly playful, and he uses the moment to brush fingertips against Ronan's cheek in a whisper of gentle affection.]

Guess so. Stolen you, haven't I?

[But his tone is fond, if anything. He's a thief and he knows it; he definitely doesn't seem to object to Ronan calling him on it. And somehow having Ronan's attention, his focus, his affection- it certainly feels like stealing something in that way he likes most. The goat in question definitely seems to approve of the way that Ronan scritches at her small head.]

And I was gonna tell you when we got to the inn. I was sorta hoping you'd help me make sure we had food for her.

[Or well, he thinks it's a girl, anyway. He hadn't done an in-depth examination, but her brothers had seemed to have little horn stubs.]

She was hiding in the Mitsubishi. And she seems lonely. I mean, look at her.

[How can you say no to that little goat face, Ronan? Not that Kavinsky was asking permission. But he also didn't want Ronan's disapproval, especially when given the close quarters on the train, it wasn't like he'd be able to hide a goat for very long. So maybe it was a little like asking.]